I was walking home from playing firsbee in the park with Dad, and I had my sweater, the blue one with the green and red stripes and the stretched out sleeves, wrapped scarf-wise around my neck. I buried my face in one sleeve as we walked past the cactus house, and for a second it smelled like Emandal (though I swear I must have washed it since then
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